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Sarah was enraptured in his movements. Everything this man did surprised her, for good or bad. Only, Sarah was so lost in her emotions she didn’t know which one this particular moment fell under.

Charles moved his hand back under her skirts and found her spot again.

Before Sarah could question what he was doing the familiar and intoxicating warmth started to build within her.

She looked up to find Charles watching her intently. She felt completely exposed under his stare.

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling. Chase that feeling again. Let it happen.”

Sarah relaxed under his touch.

His finger picked up where it left off, gently massaging her, except this time he added tiny flicks and tugs that caused her breath to catch in her throat each time he did them. The juxtaposition between the gentle massage and aggressive flicks were becoming too much for her to bear.

The fire within her was sufficiently restored and gaining momentum.

“That’s it,” his voice cooed in her ear.

The hand that was in his hair tightened and pulled his face into her neck, holding him there.

His hand moved faster, and she could feel the puffs of hot air he breathed against her neck. He seemed just as excited as she was.

She was afraid to move, she didn’t want the building sensation to cease. She was so close, to what, she wasn’t sure, but the voice in her head implored her to go further, for him to go faster, to reach whatever apex he was hurtling her towards.

Her hips began to move again, her moans returned. Charles kissed her neck, his tongue lapping up the sweat that began to roll down her face and neck.

She pushed her hips up into his hand, only his hand wasn’t there.

A scream ripped from her throat. “NO!”

If it wasn’t for the arm that he was leaning on she would’ve fallen back onto his desk.

“Why must you stop?”

Her legs were shaking from the release that never came. It felt as if her body was thrown from a moving carriage. She couldn’t catch her breath and felt as if she had lost something sacred.

Charles removed his hand and this time sucked his finger slowly into his mouth.

Sarah’s head buzzed and her vision blurred.

“I stopped because this is your punishment.” Charles offered easily.

“What?’ Sarah’s own voice sounded miles away from her.

“Oh, my darling, Sarah. Don’t you know, you have to earn your pleasure?”

His fingers returned to her sensitive sex causing her to jerk in his arms. His finger made lazy trails around her center, onto her thighs, and back. Each time causing her muscles to spasm when he finally hit her most sensitive spot.

His fingers continued their aimless wandering around her. Her body slumped against his, unable to hold herself up anymore. Her body was too focused on finding that peak again to worry itself on how to keep her upright.

Her face nuzzled into his neck as she whimpered. “Please, Charles.”

She felt him smile.

His finger trailed back to her sweet spot causing her to moan against him. She sucked in a breath as he began to move his finger in the most delicious way.

There was a small part of her mind that was cautioning her to go slowly, that he might pull away again, but her body wouldn’t hear of it.

Heat pulled at her, her hips began to piston against his hand. Moans and pleas fell from her lips. She reached a hand around her body to grab ahold of his neck as she screamed into him.